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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:47 pm
Here's my little poetry thread!
And my first poem in a long time to have been posted...
Porcelain Doll
Uselessly lying around
like she had been used too many times
that little doll
cries to herself beneath the toy chest
and she wipes her rouge cheeks,
smearing the crimson paint
Dust gathers on more than her skin
her heart lies in ruins
shattered like the other doll near her feet
broken so many times
Played with too much
living for too many years
She pulls her strawberry artificial hair out
tugs on her navy blue velvet skirt
she dares not sit up
for fear of cracking her porcelain skull
No one wants to hold her
Or put her on display on a shelf
The doll lies forgotten beneath the toy chest
Not heard from again
Not until spring cleaning
when someone picks the little doll up
she feels a moment of hope
Only to realize today is trash day.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:39 pm
That really sets the mood.
Good work.
I could write a poem to show some twist that turns it into something more positive but you probably are happy with the mood. wink heart
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dramaartwriting Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 5:43 am
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Wow~ Nice One !
Keep Up The Good Work !
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:09 pm
dramaartwriting That really sets the mood. Good work. I could write a poem to show some twist that turns it into something more positive but you probably are happy with the mood. wink heart
@ Firezz: Thank you very much! I really love compliments, constructive criticism, etc. Thank you yet again, just for reading my poem and acknowledging it. <3
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:14 pm
I was reading "Lord of the Flies" and I just loved the word "conch" so I had to write a poem about a shell. Sometimes, I can be obsessive about certain words, so I end up writing a poem about the word itself, or I have to write a poem that centers around a word, or includes that word in some way. I absolutely love words!! =D
Shell
White and gleaming
Pearly insides resound with ocean waves
heard only by me
with my ear pressed against its mouth
straining to hear the faint splashes
when all I hear are screams
I dropped the shell in the sand
thankful it did not break
I gently take it in my arms
and caress the ridges with loving care
I take it with me when I leave
I never noticed its flaws
The shell stayed at home with me
and made me smile for days
It quieted my restless fears and
soothed the sharp pains in my heart
Until, one day, I noticed the shell was chipped
when my thumb was sliced
and I bled for a moment
The shell smiled back at me, apologizing
for causing an injury to me
I never noticed its flaws
The beauty of the shell entranced me
I was dizzy in love
light headed, light hearted
I was ebullient in my situation
Until, one day, the shell cut me again
It tore through my palm and fell
to the floor, shattering into a million and a half pieces
A million and a half pieces of my heart
Lay on the ground
Broken and bloody
The shell laughed at me, taunting me
for my foolishness
as I bled next to the shattered conch
I realized it couldn't be love
because I never noticed its flaws
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 9:58 pm
Reikuken Here's my little poetry thread!
And my first poem in a long time to have been posted...
Porcelain Doll
Uselessly lying around
like she had been used too many times
that little doll
cries to herself beneath the toy chest
and she wipes her rouge cheeks,
smearing the crimson paint
Dust gathers on more than her skin
her heart lies in ruins
shattered like the other doll near her feet
broken so many times
Played with too much
living for too many years
She pulls her strawberry artificial hair out
tugs on her navy blue velvet skirt
she dares not sit up
for fear of cracking her porcelain skull
No one wants to hold her
Or put her on display on a shelf
The doll lies forgotten beneath the toy chest
Not heard from again
Not until spring cleaning
when someone picks the little doll up
she feels a moment of hope
Only to realize today is trash day. The doll is out on her own, in the trash bin. A younger sister, skipping and jumping rope, looks at her for a moment. The doll feels hope again, but is afraid. The younger sister sees something behind that remaining glass eye, that caught her eye. She rummages to get the doll out, and wipes some of the grime off on the grass. The wind is picking up, it looks like it's going to rain. The girl sits the doll next to a toy tiger, who eyes the doll with mischief. They have a tea party, and the girl seems to not even notice that the doll is broken and a mess. The clouds open up and a rainbow appears.
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dramaartwriting Vice Captain
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dramaartwriting Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 10:03 pm
Reikuken I was reading "Lord of the Flies" and I just loved the word "conch" so I had to write a poem about a shell. Sometimes, I can be obsessive about certain words, so I end up writing a poem about the word itself, or I have to write a poem that centers around a word, or includes that word in some way. I absolutely love words!! =D
Shell
White and gleaming
Pearly insides resound with ocean waves
heard only by me
with my ear pressed against its mouth
straining to hear the faint splashes
when all I hear are screams
I dropped the shell in the sand
thankful it did not break
I gently take it in my arms
and caress the ridges with loving care
I take it with me when I leave
I never noticed its flaws
The shell stayed at home with me
and made me smile for days
It quieted my restless fears and
soothed the sharp pains in my heart
Until, one day, I noticed the shell was chipped
when my thumb was sliced
and I bled for a moment
The shell smiled back at me, apologizing
for causing an injury to me
I never noticed its flaws
The beauty of the shell entranced me
I was dizzy in love
light headed, light hearted
I was ebullient in my situation
Until, one day, the shell cut me again
It tore through my palm and fell
to the floor, shattering into a million and a half pieces
A million and a half pieces of my heart
Lay on the ground
Broken and bloody
The shell laughed at me, taunting me
for my foolishness
as I bled next to the shattered conch
I realized it couldn't be love
because I never noticed its flaws That's one wicked shell! Though it seems one can see that in anything if one looks hard enough for it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:57 pm
dramaartwriting Reikuken Here's my little poetry thread!
And my first poem in a long time to have been posted...
Porcelain Doll
Uselessly lying around
like she had been used too many times
that little doll
cries to herself beneath the toy chest
and she wipes her rouge cheeks,
smearing the crimson paint
Dust gathers on more than her skin
her heart lies in ruins
shattered like the other doll near her feet
broken so many times
Played with too much
living for too many years
She pulls her strawberry artificial hair out
tugs on her navy blue velvet skirt
she dares not sit up
for fear of cracking her porcelain skull
No one wants to hold her
Or put her on display on a shelf
The doll lies forgotten beneath the toy chest
Not heard from again
Not until spring cleaning
when someone picks the little doll up
she feels a moment of hope
Only to realize today is trash day. The doll is out on her own, in the trash bin. A younger sister, skipping and jumping rope, looks at her for a moment. The doll feels hope again, but is afraid. The younger sister sees something behind that remaining glass eye, that caught her eye. She rummages to get the doll out, and wipes some of the grime off on the grass. The wind is picking up, it looks like it's going to rain. The girl sits the doll next to a toy tiger, who eyes the doll with mischief. They have a tea party, and the girl seems to not even notice that the doll is broken and a mess. The clouds open up and a rainbow appears.
I like the strange twist and the happy ending for the doll.
I appreciate your poem! It's lovely to see another poet take something of mine and give it their own little flair, you know?
It's flattering.
Thank you very much.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 4:58 pm
dramaartwriting Reikuken I was reading "Lord of the Flies" and I just loved the word "conch" so I had to write a poem about a shell. Sometimes, I can be obsessive about certain words, so I end up writing a poem about the word itself, or I have to write a poem that centers around a word, or includes that word in some way. I absolutely love words!! =D
Shell
White and gleaming
Pearly insides resound with ocean waves
heard only by me
with my ear pressed against its mouth
straining to hear the faint splashes
when all I hear are screams
I dropped the shell in the sand
thankful it did not break
I gently take it in my arms
and caress the ridges with loving care
I take it with me when I leave
I never noticed its flaws
The shell stayed at home with me
and made me smile for days
It quieted my restless fears and
soothed the sharp pains in my heart
Until, one day, I noticed the shell was chipped
when my thumb was sliced
and I bled for a moment
The shell smiled back at me, apologizing
for causing an injury to me
I never noticed its flaws
The beauty of the shell entranced me
I was dizzy in love
light headed, light hearted
I was ebullient in my situation
Until, one day, the shell cut me again
It tore through my palm and fell
to the floor, shattering into a million and a half pieces
A million and a half pieces of my heart
Lay on the ground
Broken and bloody
The shell laughed at me, taunting me
for my foolishness
as I bled next to the shattered conch
I realized it couldn't be love
because I never noticed its flaws That's one wicked shell! Though it seems one can see that in anything if one looks hard enough for it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 9:01 pm
Reikuken dramaartwriting Reikuken Here's my little poetry thread!
And my first poem in a long time to have been posted...
Porcelain Doll
Uselessly lying around
like she had been used too many times
that little doll
cries to herself beneath the toy chest
and she wipes her rouge cheeks,
smearing the crimson paint
Dust gathers on more than her skin
her heart lies in ruins
shattered like the other doll near her feet
broken so many times
Played with too much
living for too many years
She pulls her strawberry artificial hair out
tugs on her navy blue velvet skirt
she dares not sit up
for fear of cracking her porcelain skull
No one wants to hold her
Or put her on display on a shelf
The doll lies forgotten beneath the toy chest
Not heard from again
Not until spring cleaning
when someone picks the little doll up
she feels a moment of hope
Only to realize today is trash day. The doll is out on her own, in the trash bin. A younger sister, skipping and jumping rope, looks at her for a moment. The doll feels hope again, but is afraid. The younger sister sees something behind that remaining glass eye, that caught her eye. She rummages to get the doll out, and wipes some of the grime off on the grass. The wind is picking up, it looks like it's going to rain. The girl sits the doll next to a toy tiger, who eyes the doll with mischief. They have a tea party, and the girl seems to not even notice that the doll is broken and a mess. The clouds open up and a rainbow appears.
I like the strange twist and the happy ending for the doll.
I appreciate your poem! It's lovely to see another poet take something of mine and give it their own little flair, you know?
It's flattering.
Thank you very much.Thanks I'm glad you like it! heart
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dramaartwriting Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 12:39 pm
Oh I'm sorry I haven't been around much! I will try to most more often. I've been a very busy lady lately. xDD Sorry once again!
^o^
Forgive me? ;D
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 12:44 pm
Fairy Tales
I never thought of happiness
Until one moment passed me by
I lost my grip on that fieriness
I thought perhaps I'd die
I felt so alone for that minute
One that lasted a lifetime
I never felt so deep in it
Love, which I never thought I'd find
And to this day, I smile in glee
Standing proud and strong
Never before have I felt so free
And I was never wrong.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:30 pm
It's good! I like the hopeful-feeling ending. One quick question, though- is fieriness really a word? It seems a bit awkward... Besides that, it flows nicely.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 12:26 am
Thank you.
And yes, fieriness is a word. >w<
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 3:44 pm
Ha, I'm so using that everywhere I go now. ^__^
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